My Tormentor

Here before me it lies… in the middle of the road it lies… …it’s all consuming and hungers for more. It’s a hunger that can never be conquered, yet is defeated only in love. Mothers of the world tonight beware temptation and greed, Conceal your sons or… forever console their broken hearts. Love and hate are one and the same… …for all that love can also feel hate. Thus as my Tormentor’s whip lies on the gray road… …I can’t help but think of a woman’s love.